"Poor Timotheus," said Helen Dayton.
"And why "poor Timotheus"?" asked Professor Marden. "With his stock of egotism, I think the fellow must be happier than the average man. I know of no one who considers himself the only thinker in the universe, except this young Simpkins. He must, indeed, be supremely happy."
"And the joke is," said Jotham, "that he received a small sum for the article, and a personal letter from the editor. The money, (I believe it was the immense sum of two dollars,) pleased Timotheus, but the letter puzzled him extremely. He considered the article to be a serious, as well as a lofty effort, whereas the editor evidently supposed it to be humorous, and believed the unique spelling to be a part of the fun.
Timotheus told my father that "the money showed that his "literatoor" was wuth something but that the editor man must be dull ter think that it was anything but a tremenjous hefty comp"sition."
"Old Mr. Simpkins considers Timotheus a prodigy, and seems to feel contempt for his elder son, Joel, who as he expressed it, "ain"t intellectooal like Timotheus," and Joel usually retaliates by saying, "It"s lucky one son er the Simpkins family has got jest plain common sense."
"The paper is not published in our town," continued Jotham, "it is a county paper, and its editor and publisher lives in a distant village, so that, unacquainted with the Simpkins family, he supposed Timotheus to be a would-be humorist, little dreaming that he was offending a genius, by seeing fun where fun was not intended."
"Timotheus, however, had the joy of feeling that his literary work had a market value," said Professor Marden, with a laugh.
Randy and Helen were much amused, but although Aunt Marcia"s eyes twinkled, she said,
"Poor boy! I wonder when and how he will outgrow his egotism? There surely is no chance for him to learn until he is made to realize how little he knows, and who would care to attempt the task of opening his eyes?"
"There are a plenty of persons in our town," said Jotham, "who have repeatedly tried to enlighten him, but they have been obliged to relinquish the effort. It is useless to tell him that talented people think it necessary to obtain a fine education. He only insists that he is a genius, and that there is nothing left for him to learn."
"We must not worry for Timotheus," said Helen, "he is as happy as one could wish; rather we should remember the old adage, "Where ignorance is bliss, etc."" and the little company agreed that perhaps after all, Timotheus Simpkins should be congratulated rather than commiserated.
When the callers arose to depart, Jotham said,
"Then on two weeks from to-day, Randy, I may call for you, and together we will travel toward home?"
"Yes, oh yes," Randy answered, an odd little note in her voice, "and how hard it will be to say good-bye to these two dear friends, how delightful to know that late in the afternoon I shall greet the dear ones whose faces I so long to see. How I wish you both were going back with me, then I should not say good-bye at all."
"And since we cannot accompany you," said Aunt Marcia, laying her hand gently upon Randy"s arm, "we count ourselves fortunate that we are going to our summer home soon after you leave us. You have been a ray of sunlight in our home, Randy, and we could not easily or quickly become used to your absence."
"Oh, is it unkind to be glad that you will miss me?" asked Randy looking quickly from Aunt Marcia to Helen. "I am puzzled, for I know that I would do anything to make you happy; then why, when I love you so truly, am I glad to have you grieved when I go?"
She glanced at Professor Marden who, while apparently answering her questioning, looked fixedly at Helen Dayton as he said, "That is not an unkind thought, Miss Randy; if we can be a.s.sured that when absent we are missed, we are then doubly sure that our presence is welcome."
"No one should have so faint a heart as to for a moment doubt that he is welcome," said Aunt Marcia, receiving in return a grateful smile from Professor Marden, who bowed low over Miss Dayton"s hand, and then with Jotham walked briskly down the avenue.
"Professor Marden is a most charming young man," said Aunt Marcia, as she stood at the window watching his receding figure. "He is very like his father, who was once my most valued friend."
Helen turned quickly to look at her aunt, expecting that she was about to tell more of the elder Marden, but she had left the window and stood by a large jar of roses, rearranging the blossoms with infinite care, and when she again spoke it was not of the Mardens, father or son, but of their engagements and the weather for the morrow.
CHAPTER XII
HOME
At last the long antic.i.p.ated hour had arrived and Randy and Jotham were speeding over the country toward home.
Nina Irwin, Peggy Atherton, Polly Lawrence and a host of their schoolmates had, on the day before bidden Randy an affectionate good-bye. They had exchanged promises in regard to correspondence, had vowed never to forget each other, and Nina had slipped a little parcel into Randy"s hand, saying,
"Just a little gift, dear Randy. Open it when the train has started and you are on your way home."
"O Nina, I shall prize your gift, whatever it may be," said Randy. "How can I wait until to-morrow to see it? And I have something to tell you,"
she continued.
"I had a letter from home yesterday, and mother says that I must be sure to give you her invitation to spend a few weeks of the summer with us. She tells me to remind you that our home is a farm-house, but that it is large and comfortable, and that the welcome awaiting you is very cordial.
"Father says, "Tell Miss Nina that I am anxious to see my daughter"s dear friend of whom she writes such pleasant things." Even Aunt Prudence says, "I think I shall approve of Miss Irwin," and little Prue says, "Tell the Nina girl I want her to come!""
"There was never a sweeter invitation, Randy Weston. Of course I"ll come,"
said Nina, "I wouldn"t miss it for the world. Just a farm-house! Why, Randy, that is half the charm. Haven"t I been to hotels summer after summer, but I never stayed over night in a farm-house. I shall enjoy every hour of my stay with you.
"Tell your mother how gladly I accept her invitation, and tell Prue that the "Nina girl" has no little sister, and that she is very eager to see Randy"s little Prue."
On the morning of the journey Aunt Marcia folded Randy in a warm embrace as she said,
"Dear child promise me that you will come again, thus only, can I see you depart;" and Randy had promised at some future time to again visit Boston.
With Helen she had entered the coupe and together they rode to the station.
Jotham had been obliged to relinquish the pleasure of calling for Randy and had written to say that, accompanied by his tutor, he would meet her at the depot, so it happened that Jotham and Randy, after saying good-bye to their two friends, rode out from the station and into the glad sunshine on their homeward way, and Helen, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, entered the carriage followed by Professor Marden who seated himself beside her.
"Come and lunch with Aunt Marcia and me" she had said, "then I shall feel that while one dear friend departs, another remains."
Upon entering the car, Jotham had turned over the seat opposite the one which they had chosen, and upon it they laid wraps, bags, a box of candy, and Helen"s last gift to Randy, a great cl.u.s.ter of roses.
Randy had enjoyed her sojourn in the city with all the enthusiasm of her nature, but now her face was turned toward home, and with a smiling face she said to Jotham,
"I have you for company, and the day is sunny, I have my gifts, too, and best of all, I shall soon see every one at home. O, Jotham, are you as glad as I am, to-day?"
There was a suspicious tremor in his voice as he replied,
"I am every bit as happy as you are, Randy; I have worked very hard this winter and been cheered by Professor Marden"s genuine interest in me. He has been kindness itself, and the letters from home have been a great comfort. I am already looking forward to next season"s study, and in the meantime I shall enjoy the summer vacation. I"ll show father that while he is kind enough to allow me to spend my winter in study, I have not forgotten how to help in the summer work upon the farm."
"Look, Randy," continued Jotham, "the little towns and villages look more like home as we ride away from the city."
Randy looked from the window and noticed that the houses were farther and farther apart, the broad fields in which cows were grazing, the winding rivers dazzling in the sunlight, the hills blue and hazy and over all the blue sky and fleecy clouds.
When Randy opened the little parcel containing Nina"s gift, she was delighted to find a photograph, encased in a silver frame of exquisite workmanship. Nina"s card was fastened to the frame with a bit of ribbon, and upon the card appeared this message: "You now see that I can be with you always."
"Nina knew that I would rather have her picture than any other thing,"
said Randy.
How swiftly the hours flew! At noon the car was very warm, for it was late in May, and it seemed almost like June sunshine which lay in long bars upon the red plush seats.
Later, the air became cooler, and Randy had tired of the flying landscape until aroused by Jotham, who exclaimed,
"Look out, Randy! This is the next town to ours."